We are the lonely, we live in the shadows,
The places deserted by succour and care.
We sit at the table but never partake,
For the taste of regret is the leanest of fare.
We dance to the beat of a drum with no rhythm,
And loudly we sing to a silent refrain.
We softly converse with the stars and the moonlight,
Stillness and memories all that remain.
We are the people who love has abandoned,
We know how it feels to be touched by despair.
We are the ones you deceived and rejected,
We look to ourselves, and find all we need there.
